Make You Feel My Love // Adele
I HATE THE NEW POLYVORE LAYOUT THING. Where it says blah, blah, and 73 other people like your set. Fu*king annoying.
Friday: We all know we're wild and sexy... But let's prove it one more time: not only are we sneaking to Venice (of course), tonight we're going to a strip club - the hottest, coolest, most infamous one in the city. No need to state what happens there, right? Let's just say, especially to the girls, try not to get /too/ wasted, or you might find yourself doing things you hadn't planned. ...unless that's what you want, since on a night like that, anything can happen.
"Wow." Mark smirked, walking towards me. He decided to come to the strip club with us, just out of fun. Not that I would let anyone put the moves on him though. He kissed me, and my stomach filled with those annoying butterflies again. Every time I'm inches away from him, I feel all light and tingly.
"Ready to go?" I smiled, taking his hand. We walked out through the little secret exit, as all the girls we're in front of us. We arrived at the strip club shortly, and I was already ready for some alcohol. Ever since I kissed Mark I haven't even thought about my weight, or any other problems I'm having with my mother.
Stepping in the club, it was filled with bright lights, half dressed girls, and h*rny guys. If I had enough to drink I might even get on one of the poles.
Mark and I danced for a while, as all these retro, fast paced songs came on the speaker. The guys at the club were all over the girls from the Villa, all of them looked like they just wanted to get in the girls' pants. Mark and I stopped for a drinks a few times, and I was already getting totally dipsy. Mark looked full on drunk, but totally sexy. His hair was disheveled, and he kept putting his arms around me.
"I'll go get us another drink. I'm craving some more alcohol." I winked, stepping away from him. He bit his lip, and let me go. I turned around and walked to the nearest bar. I already wanted to sleep with Mark, even though we only met two weeks ago at the most. Ordering a martini for me, and a beer for him, I waited impatiently, swaying slightly on my heels.
"Here you go." The bartender said, giving me a creepy smile. I flinched, and quickly gave him the money I owed. Picking up the drinks, I turned around and looked for Mark. I walked toward where we were before, and found him dancing alone.
Wait. Not alone. Dancing with a fake blond bi*ch. I was pissed, knowing she was probably all over him. That was until they started making out right in front of me. My mouth dropped open, my heart shattered into two pieces. Actually, more like a thousand pieces. I dropped the drinks, tears spilling out of my eyes. Mark didn't even pull away from the girl, just continued kissing her.
I ran away as fast as I could, running out of the club. I got a few feet away, before throwing up all over the ground. I threw up again, and again, and again, until nothing was in my system. I teetered away, slouching against a brick wall. I cried my eyes out, wanting to run away from the Villa, and everything I knew. I had no one now except for my poor mother. However, once my mother finds out why father died, she'll never speak to me as long as I live.
A shadow appeared over me, but I didn't care if they robbed me, or threw me in their van. I wanted to be anywhere else, but here.